Crowley's face fell comically flat at Aziraphale's pass and really should he have been all that surprised by it? Probably not. "Well played, angel." He did have to commend him genuinely on this, putting the ball right back into his court and with such coy intentions. The demon only smiled in response, well played.
Letting out an exaggerated sigh at the idea of walking, he did hope he would see his beloved Bentley sooner than later. He wasn't really all that much of a fan when it came to walking on these wobbly long legs. "Of course," Crowley hummed. There was very little to no surprise there at the plans that Aziraphale had come up with. Hooking his thumbs back into his belt loops as he sauntered up towards the other and passed him with a gentle nudge of his elbow. "After me," getting to the door frame as he leaned on it. "Alright angel, your choice."